A/N: I don't own any of the dragonball/z/Gt charcters. Mind you its underlined. This story however is mine.
Chapter 2
Coffee Reflection
It was a bright and warm day, clouds streaking the skies here and there, with the luminous sunlight bringing the best out of everything.
Inside a café house it was dingy and darkened by the smell of freshly brewed coffee. The only light that allowed someone to see if there was actual existence within the shop was the window at the back of the room. There a lady and a man sat on either side of the table in deep discussion.
"You look beautiful today." He said with a genuine smile.
She raised her eyebrows in a teasingly way and asked "Oh, really… only today then?" it then changed dramatically into an offended face.
"You have always looked beautiful Pan ." He kept his smile on to assure her that he was no where near lying.
"Thank you" she said enjoying the compliment.
Looking down into her coffee cup she saw a reflection. He said she looked beautiful. Its not that she hates the way she looks, no she was grateful to look the way she was but it scared her because she always saw something that no one ever has. While he sees a pretty face she sees promises that will haunt her forever. She couldn't bear it, her coffee cup needed to be stirred up more.
Her reflection was gone. The spoon sent waves of ripple destroying the image on the surface. It doesn't bring comfort to her heart… it was just a surface so easily ruined, whatever haunts her is deeper than this, like coffee it leaves stains that won't ever wash off. She had to ease her mind from this.
"You know what I like right now?" she said as a effortless smile lit up her face.
"Ummm….I dunno… another cup of coffee?…But you already had two cups already though and too much coffee leaves stains like on your teeth not to mention other numerous things…my shirt last time got stains from coffee and it wouldn't even wash off…I liked that shirt though…I think it stunts your growth too…and Pan you are already short that it is…but… not that another cup is too much trouble because you can have as many as you want Pan. It's really okay, I mean I'm not saying th-
"Please stop Trunks, you're starting to babble. And I really don't want another cup of coffee now. I haven't even finished this one. I was merely trying to point out the sky."
"The sky? You want the sky? His eyebrows shot up so far you would think that it would soon disappear into his hair. His voice held nothing but ridicule and absurdity.
"And what's wrong with wanting the sky Trunks? You think its silly don't you?" her nostrils flared out as she said this.
"No, no of course not. I don't think you're silly. It's just that the sky seems a little too big." He said sheepishly.
Pan gave him a jaded look before staring out the window once more. A soft breeze found its way up to her face, caressing and making her smile all the more. Loose strands of hair fell out of her messy bun as the wind played around. The expression on her was one of peacefulness and tranquility, giving her a glowing natural look.
He was spellbound by her. She looked so beautiful and universal. He wished that he could achieve such serenity but now it's so hard to come by with all his problems and what not.
"Whenever I look at the sky I feel so calm. It's just so beautiful…one would always imagine it would be heaven where the clouds and sunlight meet. But its just really all part if earth's beauty. When our time comes we all go straight to King Yema for judgement day…….it's just that some of us never got there though…." Her last words faded out as pain was evident in her eyes.
He heard all that she said and was ripped apart. He knew what and who she as talking about. Everyone was affected by that day and probably Pan the most. But is this why she looked so lost that other day? He could be the reason but somehow he feels as if there is more to it that she's trying to cover up. Another mask over a mask.
"Pan……….." his arms reached out as he tried to comfort her. Pain visible through his eyes as well and a forlorn smile to match with it.
She however stopped him and said calmly "Trunks just look at the sky right now. I'm okay but please look at the sky and let me ask you something……will…..no…. do you want to leave…everything…behind…?….Two days ago I gave you the suggestion…but today I'm asking you this question because we're both sane right now…and staring through this window and onto this picture gives us that moment…to be sane…do you understand now?"
He nodded his head in response. He understands now about what she had meant earlier. Many times he had been implanted with that idea but no one has ever brought it out so openly. He's afraid of what it could do to him. That's why it had never developed fully in his mind. His responsibilities, burdens, his own fear that he had brought onto himself restrained him from ever doing so. But with Pan here he's comfortable and at peace for once.
"To walkout on my problems that I had so longed to get rid of and…….everything…is that even possible?" the thought flew out of his mouth in a soft whisper almost endangering itself to never be heard.
She stopped looking at the sky and focused her attention on him now. She knew this was not exactly helping him to suggest that he should even walkout and not care about anything. But if she play it right her plan would work and both of them could benefit. Alas this will only add more problems for him. It's because he's too much of a caring person to not care. He cannot do what she can. And she hopes he never does, this way it will spare him the emptiness. He already has enough that he can't even handle. This isn't right of her. But she has to or it'll be too late for herself. She loves him, she really does, he'll always be her best friend. But even he a best friend cannot get in her way of things.
"Trunks if you're willing to walkout on your problems and not bother to face them then it's your choice not mine. But remember whatever choice you make it will affect everyone, especially you. I don't want to push you into this but if you're afraid what the results are then it'll never be for you. But if you can not care about either situations then its fine and you're home free. You can just not care….about anything…to forget about your problems and be rid of yourself of worrisome. It is the same as leaving…..to walkout out of everything.
However… I'll warn you, by doing this you are making a pack with the devil. You are signing a contract with him and if you don't keep your other end of the pack then he will turn against you. People… will get hurt from this, can you handle it Trunks? You are giving your soul over to him just as well if you do this. If you're head is not pure right now, you will be tempted, and this will only lead you down to roads of regret. So I want you to think about it. It's a big mistake to rush but if you are willing to do this….everything will be set…no more problems to care about…even if you think about them…you won't feel worried…it will be like…almost having carefreeness. I don't want you to forget that it all depends on what you make of it, do what you feel is right…." She wore an all through serious face when she told him this.
It looked grave. Dead serious. Could he possibly be dealing with the devil if he actually does this?
At that very moment it started to rain, hardly believable on a day like this with the sky still clear. The rain pelted itself on the roof of the small café making repeating drum beats.
She looked through the window once more and said "So, the fox takes it's bride today." She didn't wait around for Trunks to ask her what she meant but went on as she explained "When it rains on a clear day like this it means that a fox takes a bride. An old Japanese legend called Kitsune I think. I read it somewhere in a manga called xxxholic. It's a really good story, when you have the time you should check it out Trunks."
It got quiet after awhile except for the bombardment of raindrops, now the size of bullets. Still the sky was clear with a few exceptional clouds.
He was thinking about what she said. To forget…it sounds so blissful. But the part that keeps pulling him back to was when she had said "almost having carefreeness"……something there wasn't set right….it sounded foreboding…yet alluring…just to think…not caring about your problems…any emotional attachments to the problems…you won't feel at all…..to be carefree…
"Pan……. what am I trading the devil for?" Trunks asked curiously.
She looked straight at him, her eyeballs boring into his and said "You're trading the devil…….your emotions."
Chapter 2
Coffee Reflection
It was a bright and warm day, clouds streaking the skies here and there, with the luminous sunlight bringing the best out of everything.
Inside a café house it was dingy and darkened by the smell of freshly brewed coffee. The only light that allowed someone to see if there was actual existence within the shop was the window at the back of the room. There a lady and a man sat on either side of the table in deep discussion.
"You look beautiful today." He said with a genuine smile.
She raised her eyebrows in a teasingly way and asked "Oh, really… only today then?" it then changed dramatically into an offended face.
"You have always looked beautiful Pan ." He kept his smile on to assure her that he was no where near lying.
"Thank you" she said enjoying the compliment.
Looking down into her coffee cup she saw a reflection. He said she looked beautiful. Its not that she hates the way she looks, no she was grateful to look the way she was but it scared her because she always saw something that no one ever has. While he sees a pretty face she sees promises that will haunt her forever. She couldn't bear it, her coffee cup needed to be stirred up more.
Her reflection was gone. The spoon sent waves of ripple destroying the image on the surface. It doesn't bring comfort to her heart… it was just a surface so easily ruined, whatever haunts her is deeper than this, like coffee it leaves stains that won't ever wash off. She had to ease her mind from this.
"You know what I like right now?" she said as a effortless smile lit up her face.
"Ummm….I dunno… another cup of coffee?…But you already had two cups already though and too much coffee leaves stains like on your teeth not to mention other numerous things…my shirt last time got stains from coffee and it wouldn't even wash off…I liked that shirt though…I think it stunts your growth too…and Pan you are already short that it is…but… not that another cup is too much trouble because you can have as many as you want Pan. It's really okay, I mean I'm not saying th-
"Please stop Trunks, you're starting to babble. And I really don't want another cup of coffee now. I haven't even finished this one. I was merely trying to point out the sky."
"The sky? You want the sky? His eyebrows shot up so far you would think that it would soon disappear into his hair. His voice held nothing but ridicule and absurdity.
"And what's wrong with wanting the sky Trunks? You think its silly don't you?" her nostrils flared out as she said this.
"No, no of course not. I don't think you're silly. It's just that the sky seems a little too big." He said sheepishly.
Pan gave him a jaded look before staring out the window once more. A soft breeze found its way up to her face, caressing and making her smile all the more. Loose strands of hair fell out of her messy bun as the wind played around. The expression on her was one of peacefulness and tranquility, giving her a glowing natural look.
He was spellbound by her. She looked so beautiful and universal. He wished that he could achieve such serenity but now it's so hard to come by with all his problems and what not.
"Whenever I look at the sky I feel so calm. It's just so beautiful…one would always imagine it would be heaven where the clouds and sunlight meet. But its just really all part if earth's beauty. When our time comes we all go straight to King Yema for judgement day…….it's just that some of us never got there though…." Her last words faded out as pain was evident in her eyes.
He heard all that she said and was ripped apart. He knew what and who she as talking about. Everyone was affected by that day and probably Pan the most. But is this why she looked so lost that other day? He could be the reason but somehow he feels as if there is more to it that she's trying to cover up. Another mask over a mask.
"Pan……….." his arms reached out as he tried to comfort her. Pain visible through his eyes as well and a forlorn smile to match with it.
She however stopped him and said calmly "Trunks just look at the sky right now. I'm okay but please look at the sky and let me ask you something……will…..no…. do you want to leave…everything…behind…?….Two days ago I gave you the suggestion…but today I'm asking you this question because we're both sane right now…and staring through this window and onto this picture gives us that moment…to be sane…do you understand now?"
He nodded his head in response. He understands now about what she had meant earlier. Many times he had been implanted with that idea but no one has ever brought it out so openly. He's afraid of what it could do to him. That's why it had never developed fully in his mind. His responsibilities, burdens, his own fear that he had brought onto himself restrained him from ever doing so. But with Pan here he's comfortable and at peace for once.
"To walkout on my problems that I had so longed to get rid of and…….everything…is that even possible?" the thought flew out of his mouth in a soft whisper almost endangering itself to never be heard.
She stopped looking at the sky and focused her attention on him now. She knew this was not exactly helping him to suggest that he should even walkout and not care about anything. But if she play it right her plan would work and both of them could benefit. Alas this will only add more problems for him. It's because he's too much of a caring person to not care. He cannot do what she can. And she hopes he never does, this way it will spare him the emptiness. He already has enough that he can't even handle. This isn't right of her. But she has to or it'll be too late for herself. She loves him, she really does, he'll always be her best friend. But even he a best friend cannot get in her way of things.
"Trunks if you're willing to walkout on your problems and not bother to face them then it's your choice not mine. But remember whatever choice you make it will affect everyone, especially you. I don't want to push you into this but if you're afraid what the results are then it'll never be for you. But if you can not care about either situations then its fine and you're home free. You can just not care….about anything…to forget about your problems and be rid of yourself of worrisome. It is the same as leaving…..to walkout out of everything.
However… I'll warn you, by doing this you are making a pack with the devil. You are signing a contract with him and if you don't keep your other end of the pack then he will turn against you. People… will get hurt from this, can you handle it Trunks? You are giving your soul over to him just as well if you do this. If you're head is not pure right now, you will be tempted, and this will only lead you down to roads of regret. So I want you to think about it. It's a big mistake to rush but if you are willing to do this….everything will be set…no more problems to care about…even if you think about them…you won't feel worried…it will be like…almost having carefreeness. I don't want you to forget that it all depends on what you make of it, do what you feel is right…." She wore an all through serious face when she told him this.
It looked grave. Dead serious. Could he possibly be dealing with the devil if he actually does this?
At that very moment it started to rain, hardly believable on a day like this with the sky still clear. The rain pelted itself on the roof of the small café making repeating drum beats.
She looked through the window once more and said "So, the fox takes it's bride today." She didn't wait around for Trunks to ask her what she meant but went on as she explained "When it rains on a clear day like this it means that a fox takes a bride. An old Japanese legend called Kitsune I think. I read it somewhere in a manga called xxxholic. It's a really good story, when you have the time you should check it out Trunks."
It got quiet after awhile except for the bombardment of raindrops, now the size of bullets. Still the sky was clear with a few exceptional clouds.
He was thinking about what she said. To forget…it sounds so blissful. But the part that keeps pulling him back to was when she had said "almost having carefreeness"……something there wasn't set right….it sounded foreboding…yet alluring…just to think…not caring about your problems…any emotional attachments to the problems…you won't feel at all…..to be carefree…
"Pan……. what am I trading the devil for?" Trunks asked curiously.
She looked straight at him, her eyeballs boring into his and said "You're trading the devil…….your emotions."